When I was in Kansas City, I felt I should be back in California. Vice versa.I wish I had a Winston Wolfe to solve my problems. I did have, sort of, a...cess to Bulldog Bannerman. But this wasn’t a movie. Nobody to hose the blood off me.I was pretty sure I knew why he had brought Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater to me. Bulldog knew I was no techie, but the techies hadn’t been able to make very much progress. And Bulldog knew I was a decent snoop, make that investigator. And that I had the ability to come. She asked, "Is my little boy tired of fucking his mother?" I did not answer but my dick grew hard in her hand. "Guess you will never be too tired. Johnny, fuck me until I'm too tired to think." I began by finding her pussy with the fingers of my right hand. Much of the previous night's cum that I had deposited in her pussy had leaked out and had dried in a crust around her pussy but inside it was a liquid, juicy, inviting pussy; begging to be fucked. After strumming her clit long enough. My teen aged balls were aching with a need for relief so after about five minutes of blood stirring fantasies I had to leave her room. I didn’t get much sleep that night, my libido kept me awake and active, I jacked off two times with the vision of Nadine’s cloth shielded crotch running through my mind. The next morning I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass. She was wearing tight jeans that hugged the firm roundness of her butt and every time I checked her, my nuts shivered.I felt dirty,. He hurries to the bathroom for a much needed first pee of the day and to quickly brush his teeth. Donald is back on the bed as Emma enters the room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She fills them and holds one to his lips for a few sips. She moves them to the nightstand and kisses him with great passion again.“Donald, since I just pleasured you, would you like to do the same for me?” Emma asks him.In reply, he pulls her down on her back, lifts her legs enough, and his mouth is on her.